Leaning on one lovely, bare arm, burnished hair cl.u.s.tering against her cheeks, she continued to survey him in delighted approval which sometimes made him squirm inwardly, sometimes almost intoxicated him.
"To think," she murmured, "that _I_ lured _you_ out here!"
"I _am_ thinking about it," he said.
She laid her head on one side, inspecting him with frankest approval.
"I wonder," she said, "what your name is. I am Flavilla Carr."
"Not one of the Carr triplets!"
"Yes--but," she added quickly, "I"m not married. Are you?"
"Oh, no, no, no!" he said hastily. "I"m Henry Kingsbury, of Pebble Point, Northport----"
"Master and owner of the beautiful but uncertain _Sappho?_ Oh, tell me, _are_ you the man who has tipped over so many times in Long Island Sound?
Because I--I adore a man who has the pluck to continue to capsize every day or two."
"Then," he said, "you can safely adore me, for I am that yachtsman who has fallen off the _Sappho_ more times than the White Knight fell off his horse."
"I--I _do_ adore you!" she exclaimed impulsively.
"Of course, you d-d-don"t mean that," he stammered, striving to smile.
"Yes--almost. Tell me, you--I know you are not like other men! _You_ never have had anything to do with a Destyn-Carr machine, have you?"
"Never!"
"Neither have I.... And so you are not in love--are you?"
"No."
"Neither am I. Oh, I am so glad that you and I have waited, and not become engaged to somebody by machinery.... I wonder whom you are destined for."
"n.o.body--by machinery."
She clapped her hands. "Neither am I. It is too stupid, isn"t it? I _don"t_ want to marry the man I ought to marry. I"d rather take chances with a man who attracts me and who is attracted by me.... There was, in the old days--before everybody married by machinery--something not altogether unworthy in being a siren, wasn"t there?... It"s perfectly delightful to think of your seeing me out here on the rocks, and then instantly plunging into the waves and tearing a foaming right of way to what might have been destruction!"
Her flushed, excited face between its cl.u.s.tering curls looked straight into his.
"It _was_ destruction," he said. His own voice sounded odd to him. "Utter destruction to my peace of mind," he said again.
"You--don"t think that you love me, do you?" she asked. "That would be too--too perfect a climax.... _Do_ you?" she asked curiously.
"I--think so."
"Do--do you _know_ it?" He gazed bravely at her: "Yes."
She flung up both arms joyously, then laughed aloud:
"Oh, the wonder of it! It is too perfect, too beautiful! You really love me? Do you? Are you _sure_?"
"Yes.... Will you try to love me?"
"Well, you know that sirens don"t care for people.... I"ve already been engaged two or three times.... I don"t mind being engaged to you."
"Couldn"t you care for me, Flavilla?"
"Why, yes. I do.... Please don"t touch me; I"d rather not. Of course, you know, I couldn"t really love you so quickly unless I"d been subjected to one of those Destyn-Carr machines. You know that, don"t you? But," she added frankly, "I wouldn"t like to have you get away from me. I--I feel like a tender-hearted person in the street who is followed by a lost cat----"
"What!"
"Oh, I _didn"t_ mean anything unpleasant--truly I didn"t. You know how tenderly one feels when a poor stray cat comes trotting after one----"
He got up, mad all through.
"_Are_ you offended?" she asked sorrowfully. "When I didn"t mean anything except that my heart--which is rather impressionable--feels very warmly and tenderly toward the man who swam after me.... Won"t you understand, please? Listen, we have been engaged only a minute, and here already is our first quarrel. You can see for yourself what would happen if we ever married."
"It wouldn"t be machine-made bliss, anyway," he said.
That seemed to interest her; she inspected him earnestly.
"Also," he added, "I thought you desired to take a sportsman"s chances?"
"I--do."
"And I thought you didn"t want to marry the man you ought to marry."
"That is--true."
"Then you certainly ought not to marry me--but, will you?"
"How can I when I don"t--love you."
"You don"t love me because you ought not to on such brief acquaintance.... But _will_ you love me, Flavilla?"
She looked at him in silence, sitting very still, the bright hair veiling her cheeks, the fish"s tail curled up against her side.
"_Will_ you?"
"I don"t know," she said faintly.
"Try."
"I--am."
"Shall I help you?"
Evidently she had gazed at him long enough; her eyes fell; her white fingers picked at the seaweed pods. His arm closed around her; nothing stirred but her heart.